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When Bheni got his job, he promised not the be kind of employee that waited desperately for his turn to end. He would be a productive worker, aspiring for an even higher position. And there he was, drumming his fingers over the desk as the clock in his PC changed to 4:49 PM. But that was the effect that kind of job had on people, especially when the fiscal year was about to end and all the departments were trying to finish their reports on time.

Of course, Bheni wished an awful work was the only bad thing in his life, and not the financial struggles, the lazy landlord, and the several nightmarish dates he had over the past few months. Having a bad break-up was one thing, but not being able to start a new relation was something completely different. The worst part of it, he was too tired to even feel depressed.

The blue-scaled dragon looked at the inspirational poster HR gave him as part of a "strategy to increase the employees' morale". The cartoon kitty had a challenging expression, hanging from a steel bar; the uninspiring pun "Hang in there" was written in capital letters under the image.

"I'm trying, kitty," Bheni sighed, as he always did whenever he saw the image, feeling bad for the poor kitty failing on the only task he had. What a cruel destiny being assigned to one of many cubicles, the type of work station designed to steal someone's individuality. HR always talked about leaving the cubicles for a more "open design", but so far nothing had changed.

"Talking to the voices in your head again?" Someone asked. A set of white horns poked from above the left wall of his cubicle, followed by the blue-silver face of another dragon. Talen chuckled, with his golden eyes fixated over Bheni. "I have your meds over here if you need them".

"Another one of your dates? No, thanks," Bheni replied, trying to pretend he wasn't talking to a motivational poster.

"C'mon. This one isn't that bad. He's a lawyer on his thirty who loves long walks on the beach and The Cardigans."

"He's also obsessed over a 90's kids show?" Bheni smirked. The clock changed to 4:52 PM.

"Ok, I gotta admit that was a little weird," Talen adopter a more pondering expression.

"I'm not judging him, but that's not the best conversation topic for a first date. You could at least wait for the third or fourth date before mentioning the collection of dolls and plushies."

"... how many you said he has?" Talen scratched his chin.

Bheni dismissed the question and got up from his cheap chair, struggling as always to get his tail out of the tight hole. "I think I'm gonna leave the dates for later. I'm not in the best mood to socialize at all."

"You better regret those words!"

Bheni shrugged, already feeling the weight of Esther's gaze over him. The giraffe stood behind him, arms crossed, and the face of deception one could expect from a mother.

"Esther, darling, have I told you I love your outfit? The eighties look goes with you. Care to give me some advices?" Bheni tried to offer a charming smile, similar to Talen's.

"Flattering isn't gonna help you today, young man. But thanks," she made a pause to pat Bheni in the head, before going back to his judgmental posture. "And you better apologize for even saying those words. We have karaoke this Friday."

"I know. I was referring to romantic socialization."

"Have you forgot I'll be presenting you a friend of mine precisely this Friday? We discussed it during lunch."

Bheni made a pause. The memory unlocked immediately after.

"Pfff, busted," Talen mocked him. The murderous intent in Bheni's eyes when he turned to face him made the blue silver dragon to move away from the cubicle wall. "Wow, look at the time. I better pick up the stuff I left on the fridge."

"Are you gonna join us this time, handsome?" Esther asked to Talen, but the dragon only shrugged.

"Sorry, darling, Mom says I can't leave the house during the night. Rules are rules."

The giraffe shook his head while Bheni sunk back onto his chair, leaving his tail in an awkward position.

"Is he gonna tells us one day what he's doing after work?"

"It doesn't concern us?" Bheni frowned, already expecting the same question from the giraffe.

"You're his best friend. You should know something already."

"First of all, I wouldn't label myself as his best friend-"

"You two are always talking," Esther interrupted.

"He works in the cubicle next to mine, of course we're gonna talk. And even if he was my best friend, it's none of my business what he does after work."

"But what if it's something shady?" The giraffe stood besides him, looking over the cubicle wall.

"A better reason not to ask, then!"

"I bet he's having an affair," the giraffe, clearly ignoring what Bheni just said, squinted when she saw Talen waving goodbye to the other workers in the break room. "Maybe with the boss's wife. Or someone more important."

"You're the one fucking the boss, Esther."

"Shhhh!" She leaned down, threatening Bheni with her gaze. "People's gonna hear."

"The entire department knows."

"That's not the point we're discussing," she waved her hand in the air to dismiss what she already knew. "What really matters is figuring out what Talen does after work. You should follow him one day. Maybe see where he goes or with whom."

"I won't play the spy game for you, Esther. Quit it."

Truth is, Bheni had been asking the same question for months.

Talen had been a part of the team for more than a year. A cheerful attitude and warm smile got him everyone's sympathy. It didn't matter how hard work was, he always found a way to make people laugh. Bheni wasn't an exception. Attired in his dark grey suit, the blue silver dragon was one of the very few things Bheni enjoyed of coming to work. That's why the mystery of what Talen did after 5:00 PM was a general question among the entire department.

Bheni did ask a couple of times. The first time, some weeks after he joined, he said he had other things to do at home. The second time, after they became close friends, the dragon changed the subject so smoothly than when Bheni realized it, he also understood Talen didn't want to talk about it. So he never asked again after that.

He still wanted to know, of course. A lot of things surrounding Talen's personal life were a mystery to him. There wasn't a single clue on his work station that could tell what his life was after 5:00 PM. And not only him and Esther had the same question. In fact, the plethora of excuses given by the dragon did nothing but increase the mystery surrounding his life.

The dragon ignored the assault of question Esther continued doing and looked at the clock. 5:01 PM. Time to go. The dragon let out a long sigh and set out to turn off his PC when a raspy voice called for him.

"I'm glad you're still here, Bheni."

The dragon closed his eyes, begging that what he heard was nothing but an hallucination. When he looked behind him, a fat bull was looking down at him with a smug smile embellished by his yellow teeth.

"Mr. Connors, I was about to leave."

"Yes, I know. I was afraid I wouldn't find you," Bheni was about to reply, but the bull continued. "There was a change of plans and we need to finish the report today. I already sent you all the files you'll needing-"

"But sir, it's 5 o'clock already. Can somebody else do it...? Or at least help me?"

"Unfortunately, everyone's gone already."

"Esther is right beside you."

"Oh? She already got another task scheduled, so it won't be possible."

Bheni tried to hide the disgust from his face when the giraffe returned him the same smug and lascivious smile the bull had at that moment, as if they truly believed no one knew of their affair.

"It won't take you more than one hour. The report it's almost done. Unless... you don't want to do it."

The bull's expression changed in an instant. Bheni flinched, already conscious of what those words meant. Even if he didn't like his job, losing it would only make things worse. Defeated, he shrugged and turned his chair to face the PC.

"I'm on it, sir."

"Good. Send it to me once it's done and wait until I confirm you."

The couple left in a hurry, leaving the blue-scaled dragon alone in the grid of empty soulless cubicles.

"More than an hour my ass."

Bheni was looking down to the city through the window, trying to ignore the sad reflection of himself on it. On any other scenario, he would have loved the view, as there was certain beauty on it. At that moment, it reminded him how shitty things were. Not only that asshole lied about having the report "almost done", but even after Bheni finished, the fucker had him waiting for his confirmation.

His cellphone said it was 10:31 PM. Only the security staff was in the building at that hour, and they probably weren't aware of his presence. At this rate he wouldn't reach the last train. Bheni pressed his head against the thick glass barrier.

"I don't get paid enough for this," he said.

Finally, a loud "ding" called his attention. He approached his computer, when the e-mail notification had popped some seconds before. All it said was: "Good job, Bheni. You can go home now". He imagined that asshole in a motel room, smoking those cheap cigarettes he always bought, because no matter how good his salary was, he wouldn't spend more in something that would kill him anyways.

An angry dragon grumbled all the way down from the twelve floor to the lobby, where the alarmed security guard pointed at his with his pepper spray from the desk, with the confidence of someone holding a gun. "I didn't knew there was someone else," the dog exclaimed.

"Yeah, sorry." Bheni waited for the guard to open the front door and waved goodbye, walking into the freezing night.

The thing the hated the most about staying late at work was the way back home. While the streets close to the office were particularly safe, the subway was a completely different story. Drunken, junkies and some other weirdos usually walked around the station, looking for a place to sleep. It was a gamble to wait alone for the train, as one had no way to tell their intentions. Even the emergency buttons and the security at the entrance weren't enough to provide a feeling of safety.

Bheni had to ran, otherwise he wouldn't be in time to reach the last train; the last thing he wanted was to pay an Uber that would cost three times the usual fee due to the hour. While he did found some hobbos on his way to the station, none of them paid attention on the agitated dragon. It was better that way, and he was glad to see that the screen in the station said the last train was on his way.

Exhausted, Bheni rested against the pillar and tried to recover his breath. It would take him 20 to 30 minutes to arrive home. An instant soup, a beer, and a hot shower awaited for him. Maybe a moment to please himself with that OnlyFans account he just subscribed to; that nerdy dragon surely knew how to dance in a latex suit. The thought of it brought a smile to his face, and awoke his rod down below. If there was one thing he really wanted was his own latex suit; his current budget only allowed him to get small pieces like gloves and undies, but those weren't enough.

"I wish I could find a sugar daddy like her," Bheni muttered, reminding that Esther got most of her expenses covered by the boss. How lucky were some.

Focused as he was on his own thoughts, the poor dragon didn't notice the trio approaching him until it was too late. A crocodile, an otter and a tiger, all dressed in ragged and dirty clothes, and with faces that gave away their intentions.

"Hey buddy, do you know what time is it?" The crocodile asked, leaning forward in a poor attempt to have a friendly look.

"T-the screen says the hour," Bheni answered, holding his backpack against his chest as if it could protect him.

"Yeah, I know, but that thing isn't always right."

"Yes, one night it says it was past midnight," the otter added. Judging by his shaky hands and the red eyes, he used some really strong stuff.

"Look, we just wanna know the time. That's not gonna kill you, is it?" The crocodile stood face to face with Bheni. He tried to ignore the foul smell coming from his open maw.

"I-I don't have something to tell you the time, s-sorry," Bheni couldn't stay calm. He might be a dragon, but he wasn't a violent one. Danny, his brother, he would probably be beating the living shit out of them already, but Bheni was the pacifist one. So he couldn't ignore his impotence at the idea of being mugged. The same fucking day I had to stay at work, he thought, and cursed his fucking boss for what was happening.

The crocodile laughed. He then pressed his huge claw against Bheni's crotch. "Well, either you're very happy to see me or you have your cellphone with you."

Bheni was about to cry, and the only thing stopping him was the fact that crying would only make things worse. The dragon implored for the train to arrive, for someone else to arrive. Anything.

"Please, y-you don't have to do this," the dragon begged.

"Don't try telling us what to do," the tiger threatened. The trio was already surrounding him. If it was only the crocodile, he could try to kick him or shove him and ran away, but the idea of escaping crossed his head too late, and now all routes were closed.

That was it. In the best scenario, they would just take all of his belongings and probably beat him. In the worst one... fuck, he didn't want to think of the worst possible outcome. All of them were awful and painful, the kind of stuff you read in sensationalist magazines. Just another number on an on-going crime statistic, another nameless victim. Bheni closed his eyes, unaware of the tears already rolling down his cheeks. All he heard were their laughs. Those sickening, terrifying laughs.

Then, something splattered in his chest, followed by silence. When Bheni opened his eyes, both the crocodile and the tiger were looking at their right. He followed his gaze to a dark trail leading to the end of the station; at the end of the trail, a black bag laid in the ground. The tears didn't let him see the shape with clarity.

"What the fuck was that?!" The tiger exclaimed, moving away from the pilar.

"The fuck do I know? And where the fuck is Monty?" The crocodile looked around, victim of a sudden and inexplicable desperation.

"Shit... dude, I believe that thing is Monty," said the tiger with an audible disbelief in his voice.

When Bheni cleaned the tears from his eyes, he looked back at the strange bag, the same one being pointed by the tiger. He shared his disbelief. The bag was squirming across the floor station, but more than a bag, it resembled the shape of an anthropomorphic being on fetal position. It resembled very well the features of an otter...

"Holy fuck... Monty! Monty are you ok?" The tiger approached that strange thing. He knelt in front of the cocoon, but his hands trembled above him, clearly afraid to touch the thing covering him. "Buddy, talk to me!"

In the silent station, even Bheni managed to hear the muffled voice coming from the cocoon. There was a living being inside of it. But that was not possible... fuck, that was beyond logic! What exactly could have done that?! It was what Bheni and the crocodile asked in their heads, a frightening idea that didn't last for too long. Out of nowhere, a lasso closed around the tiger's neck. It came from behind another pilar. More precisely, from the roof behind the pillar. Instinct kicked in, and the tiger grabbed the lasso, right before he was pulled and disappeared from sight.

"F-fuck this shit, I'm out!" Terrified, the crocodile ran towards the opposite exit. His heavy steps echoed across the station, making it easier for the things lurking in the shadows.

All Bheni saw a dark figure flashing in front of him. Then, a loud thud! He looked at the crocodile, and all he saw a green reptile being under a big, dark dragon-looking creature. The crocodile struggled to escape, failing miserably. That things was too big and heavy for him to move. Bheni trembled in fear, unable to give credit to his eyes. He walked backwards, away from the monster and into safety, carefully looking at the creature so it wouldn't took him by surprise. However, the more he saw it, something else reacted within him. Something... intimate.

The dragon-looking creature growled at the crocodile. The fear had the thug in tears, and his pitiful struggle became more desperate as the monster started to drool over him. But what felt over his face wasn't saliva. No, what drooled from the open maw was a tar-looking ooze. As soon as it came in touch with the crocodile's scales, a sizzling sound alarmed the creature.

The loud shriek made Bheni lose his balance. The dragon fell on his ass. His hand fell over something viscous and warm, a consistence that reminded him of the green goo some kids played with. But what he saw wasn't green, but a deep black goo coming from the pillar next to him. Logic told him not to look up, but curiosity was a bigger force on situations like that. And what he found was just another proof of how illogical was whatever was happening at that moment.

Just like a fly in a spider web, the tiger was stuck to the pillar--no, glued to it. Dark goo covered his entire body but the head. But rather than a spider's cocoon, the substance was firmly sealed around the tiger's body. Bheni saw the details of his limbs and even his chest through the goo, and he couldn't stop himself from thinking of a...

"Help... me..." the tiger's voice startled him. But when he faced him, the goo quickly covered his head, enclosing him. The sizzle that came from it made Bheni thought the tiger was being cooked alive, which only increased his fear. But as the sound slowly stopped, and the tiger's breathing relaxed under the sealed cocoon, that idea vanished from his head. All that was left was...

"S-stop...! Let me go, please...!"

Fuck, he lost sight of that monster. And when he looked back at him, the creature was standing face to face with him. The crocodile was... sinking into his chest. By the moment Bheni saw them, his lower half and his tail had already disappeared under the deep dark goo, and no amount of strength could get him out of it. He reached for Bheni's help with sincere regret and fear in his eyes, but even if the dragon wanted to help him, there was nothing he could do to against that creature.

All Bheni could do was see the crocodile being devoured by the dragon-looking monster, whose chest and belly became bigger as the goo covered his prey. It was a terrifying sight, and at the same time, it was strangely... arousing. Because Bheni couldn't get out of his head the idea that he was seeing a latex suit...

The crocodile came out and fell to the ground in the same pose he was before being absorbed. It was like seeing a statue made of jelly, rigid in his position but wiggling, as the crocodile inside it tried to get free. But the monster paid no attention to it, and slowly moved forward to meet the blue-scaled dragon, still on the ground.

It was the first time Bheni saw his "savior" properly. With a height roughly above 1.90, there was no mistake in calling that creature a dragon. His shape perfectly resembled one, with a balanced body build; strong and muscular, but not exaggerated. However, the dragon was still not natural. Rather than skin and scales, his entire body was visually covered by a shiny, smooth-looking body suit very similar to rubber, so perfectly sealed that every little detail was visible even from that distance, including the hanging cock between his legs, whose size was astonish even without being erect; Bheni blushed, ashamed of paying attention over those details in his current situation. On legs, arms, chest, and the tip of his tails, he had a pair of glowing blue stripes, very similar to Bheni's color; his eyes, too, glowed in that captivating tone.

Bheni had to remind himself that his aspect was only visual. He saw the way his body morphed to engulf the crocodile, covering him in that thick layer of goo. And even his movement was unnerving, too natural for a creature covered in latex--assuming, of course, that he was covered in it.

Was he scared? Yes, of course he was. But he also felt... excited.

Then, the silence was broken by the last train. Both turned to see the steel giant making its stop. Bheni looked back at the strange creature, but it was gone, his tail disappearing in the darkness of the opposite tunnel.

With his heart beating fast, the blue dragon picked up his belongings and entered the wagon closest to him. Luckily, no one was in it. After the door closed, Bheni managed to see the tiger's cocoon bursting like a water balloon, and the terrified feline falling to the ground, with pieces of stretched-up latex over him.

Bheni sat and stayed silent during the entire trip. When he arrived and left his station, he skipped the general store and the instant noodles he planned to buy. He went straight to bed once he arrived home, clothes still on him. The dragon was still in shock. There was no logical explanation for what he witnessed. All he knew what that he wanted to see him again.

He couldn't sleep that night. His excitement over the encounter had his heart beating at high speed. Yes, that creature was... what would be the word? Oh, right, terrifying. The logical part of his brain told him how lucky he was for not being a victim of whatever that thing was; it also scolded him for not seeing said creature as a threat. After all, what other thing one could do after encountering something that defied logic but to see it as a danger? Wishing another encounter was not the expected answer.

Bheni looked online, expecting to find reports of similar incidents. But there was nothing. His initial keywords led him to the latex-lover sites he frequently visited; adding "monster" to the search bar led him to more questionable but still adult-focused sites. He changed the wording to focus on strange incidents in the subway, to no avail. It was as if the creature had never been reported, assuming someone was alive to do so. That thought sent a shiver down his spine, but the fear wasn't strong enough to erase his initial desire.

It was, in fact, an easy to explain desire. But Bheni was too embarrassed to admit it, even in the solitude of his bedroom. The one thing Bheni refused to admit, the reason why he tried to convince himself that he only felt curiosity over the creature, was quite simple: he wanted that monster to do to him the same thing he did to those thugs.

Bheni felt asleep way past midnight.

Phones ringing. People chattering. Paws dragging across the carpet. And among that, a sleepy dragon snored. Arms crossed. Head hanging forward. And even then no one paid attention to him or told him to wake up, as that display of laziness was tolerated among the co-workers as part of an unspoken agreement.

Bheni wasn't ok with sleeping at work, but it wasn't something he planned in the first place. That why he eventually gave up when his eyelids became too heavy, and he excused himself with the idea that it was the boss' fault for keeping him that late at the office.

A hand tapped at his shoulder, a soft touch that managed to get him out of his slumber. He jumped in his chair and the "survival" instinct told him to pretend he was working. But the cheerful laugh coming from his left made him stop.

"Wakey, wakey. I heard the boss made you finish his job last night," Talen said, offering him a wide smile and a cup of coffee.

"Oh, yeah... I believe it was on purpose."

"You should say no once in a while. It's not gonna kill you."

Bheni took the coffee. The smell was strong, a warning sign. "Careful, it's an expresso," Talen added, as if he considered important or necessary. Bheni was used to hot beverages, not to bitter flavors, though. Talen found his expression funny.

"I'm gonna say no the moment I want to get fired," Bheni replied after some seconds, begging for the caffeine to have an effect already.

"You know he can't do that, right?"

"I'm not gonna take my risks. At least I finished in time."

"Let's hope it doesn't happen again. At least the weekend is almost here. You'll have plenty of time to rest."

Bheni forced a smile. He wanted to talk with Talen about the night before, but none of what he saw made sense, and his friend would probably say he's nuts. And even if he only mentioned the assault--and a very good explanation of how he handled it--that would only worried Talen, who might insist in accompanying Bheni back home. Yeah, keep dreaming, Bheni thought.

"Huh? Did I say something funny?" Talen asked.

Only then, Bheni realized he giggled. "Oh, n-nothing. Sorry."

"Okay. Let's get back to work, then."

Bheni nodded. Of course he couldn't say a word to Talen about what happened. Even when he wanted to. It would feel nice to have him as his bodyguard, as something within himself assured him that Talen was more than ready to protect him. After all, he had been helping him since the moment they started working side by side. It was only natural to develop certain attraction over him.

But he wasn't really the best dragon to talk about sexual or romantic attraction, not with his sudden fixation over a... latex monster? Rubber monster? He wasn't comfortable with just calling him monster, or monster in general. But not a single clever name came to his mind, occupied as it was with the image of the magnificent body and the shiny rubber covering it. And that long cock hanging between his legs.

The caffeine kicked in, but apparently it woke up another part of his body first. The dragon crossed his legs, expecting the boner to go down, but the image of his savior's manhood was still fresh in his mind, and it was too alluring to simply ignore it. Luckily, no one and nothing made Bheni left his chair.

Talen disappeared among the crowd leading to the subway, just like he always did after work. Bheni saw him, invaded by the usual question about his "afterwork activities". Like a predator attracted to blood, Esther appeared from behind, the smile of satisfaction left by her extra-curricular activities was still shining in her face.

"When are you gonna stop pretending you don't care about it?"

"Caring doesn't mean I have to know," he replied.

"You know I wouldn't keep a secret from you," she leaned down, trying to get at Bheni's level.

"Because you suck at keeping secrets? It's not as if you were being discreet about what you do after work."

"How's that relevant to the conversation?"

"And due to said level of indiscretion ," Bheni continued, ignoring her question, "I wouldn't tell you what he does, even if I knew."

"So you do care!" She exclaimed with a proud tone.

"Of course I care," Bheni sighed. "But I'm not gonna force him to tell me. You don't do that to friends."

"And what if he's in troubles? More reason to discover what he does and find a way to help him."

"I'm not gonna follow him. Besides, I... I have other things to do," the dragon looked away. He was glad that Esther couldn't see the shame in his eyes.

"Oh, so you're gonna start having secrets too?"

Bheni frowned at the audacity of those words. He, of course, wouldn't follow her game. "See you tomorrow, Esther."

Of course, he wasn't really sure about what he had to do after work. Bheni pondered over the idea of staying at the station to see if his mysterious savior appeared during the night, but the odds of that happening were low. He went back home and did nothing. He ate in silence and sat in his living room with nothing else do to. Work had him distracted, but now he was being forced to face his obsession.

Whenever he closed his eyes, he was there. The naked dragon. The rubber shining under the halogen subway lights. His perfect figure walking towards him. He imagined his touch, his breath, the deepness of his voice. His back arched when the dragon embraced him in his fantasy.

Bheni's hand moved down his crotch to release his manhood from the wet, sticky prison that was his underwear. In his own solitude, he started to accept the shaming reality of his sudden obsession over that mysterious dragon. Such attraction went against logic and moral and reason. And that was the thing he loved the most, for it mean it was only for him to enjoy.

The dragon curled his toes. His cock was over-sensitive after hours without the needed attention. He had to reduce the pace, wanting that moment to last more than a minute. A colossal task. He tried to imagine the taste and smell, the texture of his skin, the friction between both bodies, and that thick slime pouring over him. Covering him. Bheni clenched his teeth. Trapped inside that rubber cocoon, squirming under the dragon's paw, feeling the pressure of the suit all over his body. Stronger. Hotter.

His moans were loud and the climax intense. The thick load reached his face and made a mess of his shirt. And he was breathless. Exhausted, even. He couldn't remember an orgasm that strong from just jerking off. Hell... he couldn't remember another male provoking him that much pleasure before.

Unfortunately, that climax wasn't enough to satiate his thirst. The dragon wanted to see him again. The fantasy alone wasn't enough. Lust alone wasn't enough. His attraction towards that creature came from a different feeling, one he couldn't explain, despite its familiarity. So he left around 10:00 PM towards the station, expecting to beat the odds.

Sadly, nothing happened. Bheni waited. And waited. And waited. The blue-scaled dragon saw people come and go, all of them too busy or tired to pay attention to his nervous movements. He inspected the tunnels, awaiting the creature to made his triumphal appearance. But he didn't. In fact, it was as if the attack never happened in the first place. It didn't occur him to check about it, and when he did, Bheni was confused to see no articles or information regarding three thugs covered in rubber.

"Because such thing it's not possible," his brain explained. "There are no mystical rubber creatures lurking in the subway. It was nothing but a vivid dream."

Was it? No. He was sure that attack happened. He saw it all. Right? It happened. It really happened. But then, where...?

The last train arrived. Bheni swallowed. He didn't want to leave. He wanted to see the dragon again. Leaving the station would be like admitting he dreamed the entire event. But then, what other choice did he had? Bheni walked into the train, defeated. He tried to endure the pain in his chest. A heartbroken? Why would he feel like that? The solution did cross his mind, but he discarded it as quickly as possible. Saying such thing would only make things worse.

He clenched his fists. That was not the time to give up. He was decided to find him. He wanted to thank him. Properly. And he wouldn't rest until he could say those words.

From the next day on onwards, Bheni started to be a victim of the same rumors surrounding Talen. The blue dragon left exactly at 5:00 PM, disappearing among the crowd like the blue-silver dragon. Some said he was looking for another job. Some guys from IT mentioned a shady drug business. One guy from HR assured he was going to the gym. And the receptionist "confirmed" seeing him and Talen leaving the building holding hands. Nothing close to the truth: during the next two weeks, Bheni sneaked into the subway tunnels and dark alleys--always carrying with him a pepper spray--in hope to find the dark dragon.

It was an impossible mission, his brain insisted. But his guts told him he couldn't give up. Not yet. Because that dragon existed. And the more he searched for him, the stronger that attraction became. And despite the many times Bheni pleased himself with kinky fantasies, something else lingered after the orgasm ended. A familiar yet embarrassing feeling.

It wasn't until the end of the second week that something finally happened. Bheni wasn't that far from home, so he allowed himself to lose the last train to keep searching. At first, it was another normal, boring night. Until a loud scream broke the silence. Bheni followed the source, seeing a young vixen running out of an alley. Could it be...?

Bheni rushed to the scene. The alley was dark, and the smell of trash and piss invaded the air. In the floor, next to a trash bin, the dragon found a green scarf of decent quality, probably from the girl that ran away. He looked into the darkness of the alley, but his sight was still adjusting, and he saw little details. With the pepper spray in hand and his body trembling with fear, the dragon moved forward. The rancid smell became stronger, and the silhouettes started to take form as he got used to the darkness. But beyond the trash and poorly made graffitis, there was nothing of interest.

Nothing, except from the thing dripping over his shoulder. When Bheni looked up, he saw a figure hanging from the fire stairs, squirming desperately. The dragon turned on his cellphone's lantern and pointed at it, catching a glimpse of a wolf face before it got swallowed by the living goo.

Bheni shrieked, and he lost grip of his cellphone. He rushed to pick it up, and that's when he saw him. Standing in front of him, a huge dragon looked down at him. Where did he came from? Bheni asked himself, noticing the creature made no sound when he landed in front of him. It startled him, and the speech he planned vanished from his mind, leaving a trembling dragon without a plan to follow.

"You."

He almost lost his balance. What WAS that? His voice was deep. It echoed in his mind and sent a shiver down his spine.

"What are you doing here?"

I was looking for you, Bheni thought. But the words didn't came out of his maw. He stuttered, and nothing more. The mere presence of the dragon was enough to put a huge pressure over him.

"You should not risk yourself like this."

"I-I-I... thank you," Bheni finally managed to say.

"For what?"

"For what you did... the other night. You saved me..."

The dragon approached. Closer as he was, the glowing eyes caught him in an instant. He wanted to see the rest of him. To feel him. But he couldn't look away from those beautiful eyes. Those eyes were saying so many things. Why that felt so familiar? Why he felt as he had seen that dragon before?

The mysterious dragon was about to speak when a flashlight pointed at him. "Who's there?", screamed an police officer, who went to investigate after encountering the terrified vixen on the street.

What happened next, happened in mere seconds. Bheni saw the dragon threw something at the officer. Then pure blackness. One big arm around his hips. A strong force pulling him into the air. The cold breeze and a sensation of zero gravity. When he came out of the darkness, he found himself in the roof of a nearby building.

"What...?"

He looked up. The dragon's face was centimeters away from his. And his body was so close. Bheni swallowed. Did he brought him there? But how? His savior clearly wasn't tied to laws of physics if he jumped that high and that quick.

"You do not fear me, do you?"

That voice again. His knees almost succumbed under his weight. He only shook his head in responde. How could he fear such a handsome being?

"You're welcome. For saving you," the dragon added after seeing Bheni's confusion. "Now, take care."

He was ready to leave. Quickly, say something. Stop him. You won't have another chance like this. But what? His body refused to follow even the simplest of the commands. What else could he do? Not a single idea came to his mind, and all he could do was see the dragon about to jump away from his life. C'mon, do something. Anything!

"Please kiss me!"

There was a sepulchral silence. Bheni couldn't believe what he said. And apparently, his savior couldn't either. The dark dragon turned slowly to face Bheni once again. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. He ruined it. The words just came out of his maw and now he ruined it! What was his idea?! It was the first time he truly scared him, judging the way he walked towards him. The blue dragon closed his eyes and clenched his fist. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He saw his end approaching.

Then, he felt the warm lips against his. When he opened his eyes, the dark dragon had embraced him, and he was pressing both maws together, giving Bheni an unexpected yet welcomed kiss. The blue dragon surrender himself to the beast, and kissed him back. Tongue against tongue. A shared breath. The sensation that he was safe between those arms.

And as sudden as it started, it also ended. The dragon suddenly vanished, and Bheni found himself alone in the tall roof. When he looked around, he managed to see his shadow jumping away. He touched his lips and fell to his knees, feeling something blossoming in his chest. A feeling he considered lost after a painful break-up. A feeling he....

"Wait... How am I gonna get down?"

There was one thing for sure: nothing and no one had made Bheni smile like that in a long time. And Talen realized that. The blue-silver dragon had been looking at him for over a minute without his friend noticing it. It was a dumb smile, the kind of smile you expect from someone who had fall deeply in love.

"Well, who's the lucky one?" No answer. Bheni was clearlhy daydreaming with a handsome hunk, and Talen couldn't do anything else but giggle at how obvious it was. He snapped his fingers in front of him, finally getting his attention. "Dear lord, what happened to you?"

Bheni offered him a puzzled expression. It took him a couple of seconds to realize that he had been thinking about his mysterious savior over the last 15 minutes.

"Nothing, I'm fine." Even when Talen couldn't see anything from there, Bheni got closer to his desk so the throbbing erection wasn't visible.

"Yeah, sure," Talen leaned forward. "You haven't smile like that in a long time," the dragon put a special focus on long. "Where did you find this mysterious lover?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Bheni was embarrassed. One thing was thinking about his lover at home or on the train, but at work was a completely different thing--not that he could control it, anyway.

"Oh, so you're gonna keep a secret from your friend?" Talen was not a good actor, one of the reasons no one believed his excuses for not going out after work. Bheni saw the opportunity and knew it was too good to let it pass.

"Look who's talking, Mr I-can't-go-out-after-work."

"Fair enough," and he disappeared under his cubicle.

And just like Talen was a bad actor, Bheni was too bad at handle guilt--even when he had no reason to feel it.

"I met him... some days ago," Bheni finally said. Talen's head appeared slowly, almost comically, as if he was expecting that to happen. "I hate you."

"And I know you too well. Where did you met him?"

"It's hard to explain. I..." it was time to think of a good made-up story. If he mentioned the assault at that point, Talen would get mad for keeping it as a secret. "Well, that day the boss made me stay after work, I couldn't get the last train. So I called an Uber and... well, I kinda liked him? We talked all the way home and we had a lot of things in common."

"Oh, that sounds nice." The cheeky smile in Talen's face said he didn't believe a single word, or at least that he was conscious there was something else Bheni wasn't saying. "So you're finally gonna start something serious? I'm proud of you."

Good, Bheni thought, at least he's respecting my privacy. He wasn't ok with lying to Talen, but friendship alone wasn't enough to encourage him to confess his encounter with the rubber dragon. After all, even he had troubles believing that it happened.

"Well, I don't know. We don't see each other that often," he giggled. He never considered having something serious. How could that be possible in the first place? But thinking about it only made him blush. "I think I will. Well, as long as he wanted."

"I'm sure he will accept. Anyone would be lucky to be with you."

Something about the way he said that felt weird. It was a compliment, but it didn't feel like one. Still, reading Talen's face was almost impossible since his expression never changed. He was always looking happy and optimist.

"You think so?" Bheni tried to press on, maybe get him to say something incriminatory. After all, he thought the same about Talen...

"Yeah. You deserve someone that makes you happy."

I'm happy with you around, that's what Bheni wanted to say. "I think everyone deserves that. Thanks."

"Don't mention it. I..." Talen made a pause to scratch his nape, trying to avoid Bheni's eyes. "well, sorry for hooking you up with so many weird guys. But I'm glad that you found someone on your own."

He meant it. It was the first time in a long that that Bheni saw a change in his attitude. And it was cute to see that face on him.

"If it makes you feel better, I do enjoyed those dates. But let's not do that again, ok?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna leave that work to a professional," then, he went back to his normal attitude. "But tell me more about this guy! Is he hot like me? I won't approve anyone hotter than me."

The abrupt question took him by surprise. Hotter than Talen? Fuck yes! But Talen was very hot too, obviously, although not in the same way that the rubber dragon. Was rubber dragon the right way to name it? And why was he thinking about how hot Talen was? Because he was. But that's not something he should be thinking about.

All those thoughts made a huge mess in his head. Bheni had to excuse himself and run to the bathroom, where he tried to put each question in order. Yes, Talen was hot. Rubber dragon was a good name, and yes, it was hot too. But both were different dragons and they had their own thing. Talen was charismatic and cheerful. And the rubber dragon was... well, covered in rubber. The more he thought about it, the messier his thoughts became. Luckily, Talen didn't brought the topic again after he returned, and the day went on as usual.

His night, however, didn't. During his usual search, the dragon appeared before him on an alley close to his home. Bheni tried to talk to him, but the dragon immediately shush him. "Do not say a word," he said, and gave him another kiss to remember. Messy and intense, full of a passion that left Bheni's legs trembling. Despite his dominant attitude, he handled his body with care.

He didn't lose the chance. He went for those muscles. Both hands moved all over his chest. Dear lord, Bheni thought. It was rubber. The sensation was hard to explain, but he was now sure the dragon was covered in rubber. And it was so hot, literally. Latex and rubber were supposed to keep the heat in, but that was beyond what he imagined or experienced so far.

He drew the shape of the muscles with his fingers, amazed by their firmness. The dragon was stronger than what he looked. And very sensitive too, since he heard some muffled moans when he squeezed both pecs. If it wasn't for his clothes, Bheni would be already rubbing himself against that perfect body, trying to get impregnated with that delicious musk; sweaty from an intense effort.

The kiss became more passionate. Bheni felt his tongue deeper into his maw, licking and slobbering inside. It was his favorite type of kiss. Then, something else tried to reach into his throat, and that was when the dark dragon moved away, looking at Bheni with his eyes burning with desire.

"Here. Every night," he ordered before disappearing in the shadows.

And so, Bheni obeyed. Every night at 10:00 PM he went to the same alley, where the dragon awaited for him. At first, he really wanted to talk with him, as there were so many things he didn't understand. But he never had a chance to even ask for his name, since from the moment Bheni entered the alley, the rubber dragon was already over him, kissing and touching his body with those massive hands, before disappearing without saying a simple word. Bheni realized he wasn't looking for conversation, and decided to enjoy those brief minutes of passion.

In some way, it reminded him of his teenager age. Sneaking out of home and hiding to make up with his first boyfriend during the night. The excitement and the danger, the feeling that it was their little secret. He loved it. And the rubber dragon offered him the same experience--well, a much more intense one. After all, he could be seen as a monster under anyone else's eyes. Only Bheni saw him as something else. Only Bheni felt something else.

He was happy with that. With him. Even if it was for a moment, Bheni was glad that he had those minutes. Sometimes they kissed, others they embraced mutually, and some others they just stared at each other's eyes. None of them spoke or say anything. The silence only made things better.

And with each encounter, Bheni fell in love more and more. And as he sunk into those blue, glowing eyes, he discovered that the dragon loved him too. Even when it was impossible to fulfill the unspoken wish of being a couple, those brief daily minutes were everything both needed.

That was until the day Bheni discovered he wanted more. After all, it was something different than love what pushed him into looking for the creature. Making up did nothing but increase that thirst over the dragon's body and his "particular" properties. But he was too afraid to take that step. Too afraid to ask for something that should be scary. And in some way, he was afraid of the rubber too. The idea of being inside a rubber suit, being nothing but a living doll with no face or features. The lack of an identity. It was both exciting and terrifying.

After thinking about it the entire day, he finally decided to talk to his lover that night, and hope for the best. He was on his way to the station when the image of Talen made him stop. The blue-silver dragon was standing at the entrance, giving him his usual smile.

"I've been waiting for you, buddy." Talen said.

Waiting for him? That was new. And weird. Talen never waited for anyone else before, or at least not that he knew. It was only natural for Bheni to assume something was off.

"... are you gonna kidnap me or something?"

"Why would I do that?!" Talen exclaimed, then, let out a long sigh. "I know this isn't usual. I just wanna talk with you."

"Here in the open, right? With people around?" While Bheni did say that as a joke, he was still wary of his friend and his intentions.

"No, silly. I can't extract your kidney here," Talen smiled. "C'mon, let's go to my place. It't not far from here.

None of them said a lot on the way to Talen's apartment. It was the usual office chat they always had, but with awkward pauses between each dialogue. Bheni knew something was off. Did something happened? He said something that might have offended Talen? He was sure he didn't. Or did he? Thinking about a mad Talen sent a shiver down his spine--the last thing you might want is to face the wrath of a charming and optimistic guy. He wasn't ready to face something like that. Bheni was sure of-

"That guy... how are things going on with him?"

The entire world stopped at that moment--no, the existence stopped at that moment. Talen turned to face him. There was a strange aura coming from the blue silver dragon, one Bheni recognized, but never felt in Talen before. His ex gave him a similar look moments before breaking up with him. What Bheni saw in Talen was the face of someone ready to confess something that he might regret.

"I-"

"And please, be honest with me."

Honest. A simple and powerful word. Talen wanted him to be honest about his "lover". There was no way of being honest in a situation like that. Either you said a half-truth or nothing at all. You couldn't be fully honest. But seeing those eyes only made it harder for him.

"We're ok. We've been talking and seeing each other a lot recently," that was partially true, "but I can't get over this feeling that I'm stuck at second base, you know? I just don't know how to make him know there are more things I wanna try. Both emotionally and... physically."

"I see." There wasn't a single change in Talen's expression. It was as if he expected that answer. "Well, we're here." The dragon looked at the building to his left and went through the main entrance. Bheni doubted on following him. Oddly enough, he knew that going through that door would define the rest of his life. His survival instinct urged him to run away. But his legs moved forward, pushed by the opportunity of getting a glimpse of Talen's personal life.

The building was modern, but nothing else. A 10 storey apartment building in the downtown area, the tallest of all around it. It had no personality; it could very well be an average hotel. There were a lot of buildings like that. The only thing remarkable was that not a single sound came through once the entrance door closed. It was like walking into another dimension.

They took the elevator, but Talen pressed the button leading to the rooftop. Being so close and alone with Talen made him nervous, especially since his friend didn't offered a sign that could tell him what had happened.

"You know, I've been seeing someone too," Talen finally said.

"You do?" It was too late when Bheni realized he sound hurt over that confession, but Talen didn't seem to notice it.

"Yeah. It's a nice guy. Shy. Dumb. Very grabby, but I like that. It has been something new to me, if I gotta say. I dated other guys in the past, but this one feels different. I feel that I can trust him."

"Well, I'm glad for you. He's a very lucky guy." This time, he faked his tone. Of course he was happy for him, but he couldn't just pretend he was ok with it. After all, Bheni did wanted more than a friendship with Talen. It just never happened, and Bheni stopped trying at some point.

"Yeah, he is."

The elevator stopped and Talen walked out as soon as the door opened. I've been seeing someone. Wasn't that what his ex told him? He wasn't happy when he said it, though. And Bheni wasn't looking for a relationship with Talen anymore. So, why did it hurt that much?

Bheni had to jump out of the lift, getting his tail stuck in between the doors. Talen might have laugh at the comical display Bheni made while pulling his tail out of the hungry elevator, but the blue-silver dragon had his mind somewhere else.

"And I wanna take the next step, too. I'm just... scared?"

"Of what?" Bheni caught up with him, giving a mean look to the metal doors.

"Well, not of the compromise, of course. But... there are a lot of things that I haven't take in consideration. I think I'm scared of the process."

Bheni didn't say anything. He looked at the setting sun, just like Talen was. That was another positive point for the building: it had an excellent view. And sharing that moment with him made him happy. It was like being with his rubber dragon all over again.

"There are other things I haven't told you," Talen mentioned, moving away from the railing. "Can I trust you a secret?"

"Of course you ca-" Bheni looked at him, only to find Talen taking off his clothes. "T-Talen! What are you doing?"

"Taking off my clothes?" He pointed out as if it wasn't nothing weird about it.

"This isn't really the place to do that!" The blue dragon looked away. He felt his cheeks burning under the scales.

"No one ever comes up here nor see from the other buildings. Stop worrying that much."

"Still, don't you think it's weird to undress in front of me?"

"Stop worrying that much and answer me. Can I trust you a secret?" He repeated

"Y-you know you can!"

"Ok. Then look at me, please."

What kind of petition was that? Of course Bheni wanted to look at him. Even with the boring office suit, Talen was extremely good-looking, and Bheni fantasized a lot about his naked body in the past. But finally seeing him, that was a completely different thing. He teleported back to his initial sexual experiences, when even the simplest thing was a motive of embarrassment.

It took him some seconds to gather some courage, but he finally turned to face the naked dragon. For a moment, an overflowing joy invaded him, but he barely had a chance to inspect Talen's body, as he immediately discovered the secret he wanted to share.

A black ooze started to come from under a small collar on Talen's neck. Instead of simply rolling down, the substance spread across his body like water over cloth, as if the skin and scales were absorbing it. Talen closed his eyes and arched his back. A mix of pleasure and pain became visible in his expression as the substance covered his entire body--the dragon couldn't stop some moans and grunts from coming out. He clenched his fists, and smoke came out of his nostrils when the ooze leaked into his slit.

Bheni coudn't believe what he was seeing. The dragon he had been admiring, his savior and lover, was manifesting right before his eyes. His heart skipped a beat, and he had to clench to the railing, afraid that his legs wouldn't hold his weight any longer. Talen, the one friend that had been by his side for so long, was transforming in the mysterious rubber dragon.

The ooze had covered completely, even the head. Talen--assuming it was still right to call him like that--started to get taller and stronger, matching the body shape that Bheni remembered. A single beating of his wings raised the dust; the wings' membrane had a smooth look, and it partially reflected the image in front of him. Both horns adopted a sharper, more threatening look. Even under the sunlight, the glow from the blue strips was strong. Once his entire body finished the metamorphosis, the last thing that the ooze covered was the collar around his neck; it turned into a bigger version of itself. It had the logo of a dragon's head in the center.

The creature stood in silence before him. He saw a dim blue blaze between his fangs, and smoke came out from his nostrils with every exhalation. Even without flexing his muscles or striking a threatening pose, his mere presence was imposing.

"... Talen?" Bheni called for him.

"Well, the proper name is TLN. But you can still call me Talen." The deepness of his voice took a different meaning under the revelation. "I believe you might have some questions."

"I think some questions won't be enough," with a nervous laugh, the scared and confused dragon tried to put things together.

"Allow me to explain. When I was a kid, my father was experimenting with a new specimen, a type of parasite with the ability to cover his host in a substance similar to rubber. Now, he was not a bad father, but he valued science above all else. And I was a naive child who wanted to help him. So I became his first and last anthropomorphic subject. TLN," he made a pause. "As you can see, the parasite can alter my physical appearance to a certain extend. It also enhance my abilities and allow me to produce a dark slime, as you already saw the night of the assault. This slime can..." another pause, longer than the previous one, "well, my father said corrupt, but it's more like controlling the victim. It helps me to tell the new host what to do."

"T-that sounds awful..." Bheni said those words without thinking.

Talen's eyes widened, and he immediately waved both hands in front of Bheni. "It's not like that! I use it to help people!" The change of attitude said he was still Talen, even when it looked odd with that aspect. "I just told criminals to surrender to the police and behave, that's all. It's like doing some edits here and there in their brains" he mimicked the scissors' snapping motion with his fingers. "I change into this every night, whether if I want it or not. After I discovered the parasite's ability--and since I couldn't stop the transformation--I decided to at least give it a good use. I've been doing this since high school."

That explained why he disappeared after work. Talen was just trying to bring out some justice in exchange of his own personal life. When he thought about it, it sound exactly at something Talen would do.

The dark dragon let out a long sigh and continued. "That was until... I saved you." The declaration went right through Bheni's defenses. Any doubt he had vanished at that moment. "I really like you, Bheni. More than a friend. But I thought it wouldn't be possible for us to be together, so I tried to move on. But that night you saw me as something else, and I started to believe that there was a chance. And as that hope grew, I gained more control over the transformation."

He made his movement. Bheni saw the massive dragon walking towards him. It wasn't like their previous encounters. No, there was something else in Talen's eyes. Confidence and determination.

"I feel stronger whenever you're close to me. And I wanna be close to you forever," he took Bheni from the hips and pulled him towards his chest. Bheni yipped, racing both hands to brake the crash against his muscular chest; he felt something banging against the skin, and quickly realized it was Talen's heart. "I believe there's something both of us have been wanting to try."

Bheni flustered over the idea. He knew what Talen was talking about. The image of the thugs covered in rubber skin popped in his head. Would it feel like his chest? The blue dragon noticed too late that he was squeezing Talen's pecs; the skin was so soft, and the rubber texture only tempted him to keep on squeezing it. He looked up at him; his eyes glowed with intensity, but he saw something else in them. There was a flame of passion and desire in them. Judging by his expression, Talen was waiting for him to confess it.

"I... I don't know what to say... isn't it weird to ask for 'that'?"

"You'll be the first one."

There was some doubt on Talen's voice. Even he wasn't aware of what would happen. Bheni had more than enough reasons not to continue with that, but his body refused to follow any other command that wasn't fondling with Talen's body. He couldn't stop doing it. Wherever he touched he only felt rubber. He expected to at least feel the scales at some point, but there wasn't a single one. It was as if rather than being covered by the goo, he transformed into rubber. And that only excited him more.

"W-will it hurt?" He whispered, his lips some centimeters away from Talen's

"I'll be here for you," he replied, and Bheni felt his warm breath against his face.

The blue dragon closed his eyes and kissed Talen once more. Unlike the other times, their kiss was slow and tender, almost shy. Talen embraced him with both arms and wings, hiding him from the outside world. Bheni felt the claws against his scales, a proof of how hard he was trying to stop himself from going savage on him; Talen wanted him, but more than just physically. It only made Bheni fell even more in love with him.

The clothes didn't last for long, and Talen's claws ended up tearing them apart, leaving Bheni's chest exposed. The blue dragon couldn't stop himself from rubbing against him, moaning at the sensation of the rubber against his skin. While the sound wasn't different from the pieces of latex he used in the past, the sensation was; Talen's rubber skin was alive and real, and smoother than some gloves or underwear. And the more he rubbed it, the sweatier it became; or that was he believed at first, since he couldn't see the dark slime starting to spread over his own body.

A long, skilled tongue invaded Bheni's maw as they kissed--no, it was more like a tentacle, the parasite within Talen looking to spread itself into his body. It was scary, and maybe a little disgusting, but he decided to trust Talen and allowed it to go further into his throat. His legs trembled. It forced him to swallow Talen's saliva, thick and cold, similar to syrup. Somehow, he knew that wasn't what the thugs experienced--their infection was superficial, just enough to keep them under control. What he was living was beyond that.

It was then when Bheni noticed the stiffness on some parts of his body. He didn't have to look at it to know that his chest and part of his arms were already covered with the slime. Talen helped him to get rid off his jeans and underwear, leaving the dragon naked and exposed, with his cock peaking out of his slit, already dripping pre.

Slowly, the slippery tentacle left Bheni's throat, and Talen moved away from his maw, leaving tendrils of black saliva connecting both. He wasn't kissing him, but feeding him with the toxic parasite. A fevered Bheni took a look at himself, turning from blue to a shiny black. And when he swallowed, he felt the alien being expanding throughout his insides, from the muscles to the bones, and making roots into his brain. What should have been a terrifying idea did nothing but excite an already needy dragon, who couldn't control his breathing nor his heartbeat.

"Don't worry. It's only strange the first time," Talen told him. The dragon held both cocks against each other. Bheni whined. His manhood not only was extremely sensitive at that point, but the contact against Talen's rubbery cock--the first time he actually touched it--was inexplicable. He almost came during the first seconds of having Talen squeezing and rubbing both cocks together. Bheni had to hold to him, afraid that his legs might give up at any moment.

"T-Talen..."

"How does it feel?" The dragon asked him.

"Good," Bheni looked up at him with tears in his eyes. It wasn't just the pleasure. He felt it. He listened to it. The assimilation was almost complete. Even his cock and knot had been covered by the black ooze coming from Talen's hand. Only his head was left, and even that was already almost gone. Bheni gargled when the ooze finally came out from his throat, coating it and the palate. It was scary and exciting at the same time. He took a long breath, and everything went black when his face disappeared under the slime.

It was... heaven. He couldn't see nor hear anything. He only felt the rubber all over his body, tightening, adjusting to his shape. The dragon moaned--loudly, he assumed--, and struggled against the sealed suit. But he was trapped within it, with no other way to escape. And the more he fought, the hotter his body got. He tried to imagine himself. A faceless dragon, stiff like a plastic doll. A drone. Yes, he liked that name. Drone.

Then he felt something against his back. It was soft. Did Talen carried him somewhere? He started to regain control over his body. Slowly. He clenched his fists. Then he managed to wag his tail. It was like waking up from a deep sleep. Something warm surrounded his cock. He felt fangs, a long maw, and a slippery tongue wrapping around his shaft, then the tightness of a skilled throat taking up the entire length. He squirmed in place, desperate for not being able to do more at the intense pleasure. Talen was giving him an oral, and what a marvelous experience that was. Marvelous and maddening.

The torture continued for several minutes, and every time he was about to finish, Talen stopped and let him rest before continuing. It was so much for him to handle, and he really wanted to beg him to stop or do more than that, but his maw was sealed. All Bheni could do was wait until Talen wanted to continue on his own.

And it happened, after what he felt was an eternity. He felt his legs being raised, and something rubbing between his ass. It was finally happening. And with none other but his savior AND his best friend. Questions arose about how would it happen, since he was trapped in the suit. How did it work? How would it feel? Bheni couldn't stop that vein of curiosity, not even with a fat cock being rubbed against his hole. But Talen made sure to answer all those questions by pushing his cock against the tight entrance. Bheni yipped when he felt a "pop" down there, like when a condom broke, followed by the thick head slowly making his way inside him. It was more than intense. Despite not having action for several months, Talen's cock went in without much trouble, as if the suit itself offered a hefty dose of lubricant or had made his skin more elastic. Yes, it was a weird sensation at first, but the pleasure became too much for him to care about it, and Bheni focused on the girth of Talen's cock and how inch by inch it went in, until all that was left was his knot.

The dragon did nothing after that. A silhouette, like a negative, materialized before Bheni's eyes. It was an image of Talen, but a more savage and primal version of him.it was the first time Bheni got scared. The horny dragon drooled over him, with smoke coming from the sides of his maw. His horns were bigger and more threatening. His body too, up to the point that it surprised Bheni that he could take a huge beast like that. Was it... the real aspect the parasite had?

Before he could answer that, the beast started to fuck him. Hard. Fast. But it was not the type of rough and selfish fuck one could expect from a male that cared only for his own pleasure. He felt he same desperation from their initial kiss. Over him was a beast that hadn't fuck with someone in a long, long time. He was desperate and needy, even ashamed of doing it so roughly and not being able to stop himself.

Bheni didn't care about it. In fact, he was enjoying it more than any other encounter he had in the past. The huge cock pressed against his prostate with each thrust, and he felt the knot trying to force its way in. Bheni wanted to give that beast a reassuring touch, to show him how much he was enjoying it. But he couldn't speak nor move yet. And even when the pleasure became too unbearable for Bheni, he wanted Talen to continue. He wanted that beast to keep fucking him and using him at his will. Bheni was grateful to be the one which whom he decided to relief that sexual stress.

He was no monster after all. He was his Talen.

His sight came back, and so did his hearing. Over him, still in his dark form, Talen was fucking and huffing loudly. "Sorry," the dragon said, "I got carried away." But he didn't made an effort to slow the pace; all the contrary, he went faster.

The mobility returned to his body. Bheni didn't think him twice. He took Talen by the head and pulled him to kiss him. "More. Give me more," he begged.

"B-but I can't!" He knew was he was asking for. "The dose I gave you was small. If I give you more I won't be able to revert it."

"I don't want you to revert it. Please, make me yours."

There was a brief sight of doubt in Talen's face, but he was too excited to think clearly. With a nod, he kissed Bheni back, and shoved the tentacle-tongue into deep his throat, feeding Bheni more of his "seed". The shock came immediately when the parasite continued invading his body.

The loud slaps echoed across the bedroom. Talen was getting close, and he decided to put all of his energy into it. The smell was intoxicating. The bed creaked under the intense strength that came with every thrust. Both dragons tore the sheets apart with their claws. The tails lashed violently. They were no longer thinking. They only acted by instinct, two horny beast looking to please themselves.

The brutal assault against his prostate finally led Bheni into a sudden and intense climax. Without a warning, he shot a hefty load all over his belly and pecs, moving apart from Talen's maw not to moan, but to scream to release all that pleasure. With tears in his eyes, his claws went into the mattress as his cock continued shooting tasty and thick dragon cum. Talen saw that beautiful contrast of black and white, and the smell coming from it, and the desperate dragon couldn't hold himself any longer.

Bheni's eyes widened when the knot went in with a loud pop. And right after that, he felt Talen's cock throbbing hard when he finally started to breed him. Instinctively, he put one hand over his messy belly, and he felt his insides being filled by the huge load Talen put into him. Shot after shot of hot seed invading entrails. He saw a whimpering Talen tremble, holding himself to Bheni as if he was about to pass out after the effort. Even his face showed how much he needed and missed that.

None of them said nothing at first, still trying to recover their breath and enjoying the lingering post-orgasm feeling. With his knot inside Bheni, Talen couldn't even move away. He only looked at him, and the once blue dragon saw in his face the regret of what he had done. If what he said was right, there was no way to revert what they just did. Bheni was now another host.

Bheni smiled, and reached for Talen with his hand, giving him a soft caress on his cheek. "Ready for round two?"

Talen flustered, with his eyes wide open. He swallowed, and nodded energetically in response.

Bheni woke up the next morning alone. Judging by the light coming through the window, it was around 8 or 9 AM. He sat on what was left of the bed and looked around. Talen was nowhere to be found. With a long stretch, he started to recall the events of the previous night, and how wild his partner was. They went for a second round, then talked about their feelings and goals, and after that whey went for two more rounds, with the last one being the slowest and more romantic. Bheni smiled to himself, feeling proud and happy for what he did.

When he got out of bed, he noticed it was back to his regular self, with no evidence of the transformation. He stood in front of the mirror to take a better look, but his beautiful blue scales where all there. The only difference--and the one that brought some blush to his cheeks--was the black collar around his neck. He remembered what Talen said the night before: "It's made to contain him." Bheni played with the collar a little. It has engraved the initials "TLN" on it.

The smell of bacon and eggs led him out of the bedroom. In the kitchen, wearing nothing but an apron, Talen was making breakfast. "My favorite part of it," Talen started, "it's that, just like a hangover, breakfast tastes delicious."

"Especially if it's made by you?"

"I don't like to brag, but I'm a great chef," he made a pause to give Bheni a quick kiss. "How does it feel? Being back into your real body?"

"It's weird. I kinda missed it."

"Yeah, you're gonna feel like that during the first days," Talen made a stop to check on Bheni. Even if the blue dragon didn't notice, his body did looked different: he got more muscles, and there was a particular shine in his scales, result of the slime. "I'll be glad to help you, so... it could be a good idea if you stay here some days..."

That not the main reason I ask you that, Talen's expression said. His smile was different from the one he usually displayed. The blue-silver dragon was... happy. Truly happy. He really wanted Bheni to stay, with or without parasite.

"Things got a little wild last night," he continued. "I know you asked for it, but I still feel responsible for passing on this power to you. The least I could do is teach you how to control it and-"

"Became your superhero partner?" Bheni interrupted. "I have some cool names in mind, and we can design our own suits. Oh! You changed some parts of your body last night. Can you create other things with the slime? Like a cape or something similar? You should at least use some underwear, it's not very heroic to go around with your junk hanging out like that."

Bheni continued talking, much to Talen's surprise. From the moment he got infected by that thing, he always considered a curse, something that wouldn't allow him to have a normal life. During the few times he confessed it in the past, everyone reacted with fear and called him a monster, leaving him no choice but to use his powers to erase those memories. But Bheni saw in him something else. He wasn't afraid; all the contrary, he shared his feelings.

"Now that's a face I haven't seen before," Bheni stopped his explanation and cleaned the tears rolling down Talen's cheek. "We're in this together now."

Talen discovered a new door opening right in front of him, and so did Bheni. And they were ready to take the next step, side by side.

Bheni's expression changed after he sniffed the air. A quick glance at the oven forced a nervous smile into his once optimistic face. "Good thing I like my bacon super crispy."

"Eh...? Ah, fuck!" Talen reacted too late, jumping back to the oven attempting to fix his mistake. "Sorry, sorry! I'll make more for you!"

After some seconds, both shared a childish laugh. They felt so dumb and happy for acting already like a couple. Well, Bheni thought, maybe there's no need for a love confession.

Walking alone in the night isn't always the best idea. There's always someone looking to go through life easily, stealing the goods of those who worked hard to get them. There are a lot of bad guys like that in the street. One of those was a crocodile. He was savage, the kind of guy who mocked his victim before mugging him. That changed after an incident some months ago. The police laughed in his face when he said a monster attacked him in the subway. A slime monster, they repeated, and no matter how much he begged, none of the officers believed in his word. Not even his friends believed him. He was alone, with the image of the monster invading his dreams. The crocodile didn't leave his house for weeks, afraid that the monster appeared again from the shadows, like it did that night...

But that changed tonight, he reassured to himself. He wouldn't act like a coward forever. A crocodile was brave, fierce, indomitable. A silly monster won't stop him...! Besides, he was running out of money.

And apparently it was a lucky night. After walking for a while, he found an unsuspecting victim wearing a hoodie. With both hands in his pockets and no one around, there was no way he could escape. The crocodile licked his lips and waited for the right moment: right when his victim passed by an alley. With an unusual agility, he took his victim by the shoulders and led him into the darkness, away from anyone who could help him.

His victim got pushed against the wall, and the crocodile immediately drew his pocket knife, waving it in front of him.

"Ok buddy, let's do this quick. Give me your wallet and cellphone, or I'm gonna cut you in half," he intimidated him, spitting as he spoke.

His victim leaned his head, revealing a portion of his face to the thief. "Oh, and I thought you were just happy to see me," he said with a relaxed, almost mocking, tone.

The memories came back immediately as soon as he saw that face. That dragon. He was the dragon he tried to mug that night at the subway...! Could it be...?

But the crocodile couldn't finish that thought. Something heavy fell at his left. No, not something... someone. He turned his face with horror, only to find a long, dark figure standing some meters away from him. The knife fell from his hand. With a stuttering voice, he tried to said the word monster, a task pretty much impossible for him at that moment.

"At least we're sure he's not using it to compensate something else," the dark dragon mentioned.

We? The crocodile thought. Then that mean the other dragon is...

After the horrible realization, the crocodile turned to face who he assumed was his victim. Bheni dedicated him a playful smile. The dark slime started to come out from the dark collar, quickly transforming the dragon into a darker version of himself. "Then we're up for a fun night."